from Hibernation Highway 

by J.David 

March 2020

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Tonight, I train-hop into the oily smock 

of night. Tonight, I promise we drown 

ourselves in collateral damage. I realize 

we never rode past Erie, so tonight 

I’m finding the point 

where all things meet.

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the longest. You can only buy sanity 

for so long, yet in the way that death 

is not responsible for sadness

 

I think, neither are we.

 

I looked up.

 

And past the shoreline

 

into the distance and whatever comes next

 

I could see for miles.